A/N: So, this is Jasmine :) I'm going to be writing Lily for you guys. Please bear with me, as she is a new character for me to write :)
Chapter 2:
Lily's POV
OWL year. The prospect of the exams was the most frightening thing I had ever face in my fifteen years of life. Tests that would determine the rest of my life, what I would do, where I would go, what difference I would make. Marlene would be yelling at me to stop worrying, that we haven't even started school yet. But that's the thing. School starts today. Well, tomorrow technically but today we have the train ride.
And if the whole OWL's fiasco wasn't enough, I've been made Prefect (what was Dumbledore thinking?), lost my badge, and all of my school things that I should be packing are littered around my room. If you couldn't gather it from all of that, I'm quite disorganized. Yet another thing Marlene bugs me about.
Marlene McKinnon is my absolute best friend in the entire universe. She's also nearly perfect. Marlene is 5'10'', with a model's body and super toned from all her Quidditch practice (she's a Chaser.) She was blessed with the most perfect, long, wavy golden blonde hair you've ever seen and deep navy blue eyes accompanied by a killer tan. And if looking perfect wasn't enough, she's smart without trying, super confident and loves flirting.
You could say she's the perfect package. And she's been an awesome best friend. Especially when you consider that she's pureblooded and I'm a muggleborn. Two words that define a large portion of my life.
You see, there's a large difference between the two. I come from a non magical family, and therefore am muggleborn. Or, more often, a mudblood. Purebloods come from all magic families. Many of these purebloods feel that they are better than muggleborns due to their heritage. Those are the people that ruin Hogwarts for me. Along with Potter and his gang, the "Marauders". What a stupid nickname. Of course, Remus is actually quite a nice boy once separated from the rest of them. With sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, he's quite the catch to any girl at Hogwarts who could reel him in. But he never goes out with anyone, mostly due to his "furry little problem", which truthfully isn't as well hidden as he'd like to think, as I had it figured out by the middle of second year. He's a werewolf, and I've told him time and time again that it doesn't change a thing. He insists it's different because I'm muggleborn.
My sister's screeching brought me out of my reminiscing.
"Owls! Bloody birds flying through the house!" I grinned and ran down the stairs, taking two at a time. I entered our little kitchen to find my crazy sister waving her arms above her head, screaming like the psycho that she was, perfect blonde hair wild and out of her perfect ponytail. Ha. That's was she gets for being a complete witch to me.
I smiled at Rowena as she landed gracefully on the table in front of me. Rowena was my gorgeous barn owl. I had named her because Rowena Ravenclaw was the first witch I had ever heard of who had done something great.
I gently untied the letter from her leg and with one look, tossed it in the trash. My sister gaped at me.
"Potter." Was all the reply needed. Petunia hated Potter, if this was even possible, more than I did. He "visited" me last summer. Lets just say he made Petunia reconsider just how much of a freak I was.
"Lily, dear, are you all packed?" My mum walked into the kitchen, hands full of clean blankets. I shuffled my feet, staring at the ground. She sighed. "Lily, we leave in two hours. Go finish your packing!" I grinned at her and sprinted back up the stairs. Still in my pajamas, I threw on a pair of dark blue jeans and a 3/4 sleeved cream colored top with horizontal navy blue stripes.
I wrinkled my nose at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess. It was really long, and turned into loose ringlets about half way down. And I couldn't have had a normal hair color like brown or blonde. No, I got stuck with red hair. And not a more common orange or strawberry-blonde. No, bright red. Like, the color of red roses kind of red. I ran a brush through it and quickly braided it back. I rubbed at my nose irritably. It was red, sunburnt, because I had spent twenty minutes helping Mum with the garden outside. My pale skin sunburns easily. It also freckles easily, as you could see from just glancing at me. I'm freckly. Marlene says they're cute. I say they're annoying. I swiped on some mascara and went back to shoving all my school stuff into my trunk.
Once it was all (miraculously) inside I slipped my feet into a pair of tan t-strip sandals with dark blue accents, grabbed my trunk, shoved my badge (which had been hiding under my pile of clothes) into my pocket along with my wand, and dragged everything downstairs.
"Mum? Ready to go?" I called. She rushed into the room, fussing over me for a moment before shooing me into the car, pushing Petunia in after me and pestering Dad to hurry up and start the car already. His bright green eyes caught my own identical ones in the mirror. He grinned at me and started the car.
Dad and I were most alike in our family. Clumsy, stubborn, quick tempered and loyal. At least, those were the traits I saw in him and the things the Sorting Hat saw in me. We also were the most laid back, while Mum and Petunia stressed over the smallest things and freaked out easily. I may be easily overwhelmed, but nothing like the two of them.
We pulled up to the station and parked the car, Mum hurriedly pulling out my luggage and pushing us all along. The station was crowded, filled to the brim with people from all over, all with places to go, people to see, and no time to do it. It seemed like a constant battle against the many currents of people flowing this way and that, but we eventually made it to the barrier.
Dad grabbed onto my cart and we took it at a run. And through the barrier we went, and into the world of magic.